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He stared down at me with those cold dark eye's. Backing me up against the wall with his hand pressed against my throat he growled out. "Do you know the ways I could kill you? The things I could do to you babydoll? I'll ask you again, what did you see in my black bag?" Through tears, I stammered out. "N-nnothing. I saw nothing" Giving me that malicious smile of his, he spoke in that deep Italian accented voice "Good answer Laney, good answer". Finally letting me go, I placed my hand to my throat where his hand had burned into my skin, and watched him leave me standing there. Little did I know that when I robbed him as a prank it would change my life forever. LIttle did I know he harbored dark secrets and was the rising Italian mafia boss. Little did I know he would become so important to me. Little did I know that London Harper would own me heart, body, and soul. What the hell was I thinking. I came to this small southern town strictly for business, yet managed to get robbed by some college girl. If it had been anyone eles, they would be dead before the sun set, but I can't bring myself to harm her. She has become my obsession. I eat, breath, sleep Laney Valor. Wanting so bad to whisk her back to New York with me,to live the normal life for once, but how can I corrupt the soul of this innocent beautiful girl. She knows nothing of my darkness, nothing of the mafia lifestyle. Torn between what's right and what's wrong, I leave her behind, but this wicked women seems to keep popping up in my life in the most unexpected ways. Laney simply won't disappear. Let the corruption begin..... 🚫 Warning: This is a dark romance. Intended for mature reader's.

"Last time I checked, I was your maid, Mr Russo." I whispered, fidgeting with my fingers, and he groaned as I turned to walk away, pulling me to him as his hands enveloped my neck. What the fuck!!! "Then why were your fingers between your legs as you moaned out my name huh??? seems you forgot that when you are in here, I know everything." He groaned, looking at me dead in the eyes, and I gasped, feeling my lower areas drenching. I wasn't supposed to be feeling this way. wasn't I?? He placed his hand on my neck, and I moaned softly. What the hell was wrong with me?? "Is that what good maids do?? Fantasize about their boss? Touching themselves like sluts they are??" He groaned out the question, and I clenched my thighs together. That voice... "Sir.. i..well.." I shook my head, responding to his question as my words failed me. "Ragazza sporca.." he whispered his Italian accent, slipping out as his fingers made their way to my inner thighs, prying my legs open. *** Lorenzo Ferrari finds love in this book. After leaving for a mission with Russo to Russia, they rescue a girl, and not knowing what to do with her, Lorenzo makes her a maid. What happens when he finds himself attracted to this sexy maid with enchanting blue eyes. Angelina is in deep trouble, and she knows it. She knows what she feels is forbidden, but she can't help it fall for him.

He strokes himself with his eyes closed, and there he is-laid out in front of him, thighs parted, skin slick with desire. He imagines his hand sliding up that throat, feeling the shiver rise under his palm before tightening just enough to draw a gasp. His mouth would follow-hungry-down that taut chest, licking, biting, until a rough moan spills out. He knows how that body would respond: the way the hips would lift, aching for more, when his tongue moves lower, so much lower, tasting that salty, trembling skin. And those eyes... those 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 eyes drowning in pleasure, staring back at him with that kind of yielding that would drag a growl from his chest. He sinks deeper into it-deeper into the vision-imagining his fingers there, buried to the knuckles, while the other writhes beneath him, lips swollen from begging too long.

"They say you're innocent, pure, a virgin-but I know you touch yourself every single day, thinking of me." Her back arched instinctively against me. Breath caught. "L-Lucian, I..." she whispered, trembling, hands clutching at me as if to push me away. I smirked darkly. "Cat got your tongue, gattina? Tell me... do you dream of me every night?" "I... I don't..." she stammered, heat crawling up her neck, her body betraying her despite the words. My smirk deepened. "So... if I slip a finger under your dress, you're telling me it's not soaked underneath?" Her gasp, sharp and unguarded, made my chest tighten. Knees threatening to buckle, every shiver, every ache-utterly exposed. I leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "You're mine, gattina. Don't you forget it." ⸻ Isabella Rose Ledesma, 22, should have had a simple life: nursing school, exams, late-night study sessions with her best friend. She wasn't supposed to be noticed. Not by him. Lucian Dominic Vitale, 25, is whispered about with fear across continents. Cold-blooded, calculated, untouchable. A man who built his empire on violence, who bends the world with nothing but a word-and now, he's set his sights on her. One night, in the quiet shadows of a hospital hallway, he saw her-not just her face, not just her body, but the fire inside her. She didn't know it then, but that night, she became his-his weakness, his obsession, his possession. Even when he disappears without a trace, leaving only the memory of ice-blue eyes and ruthless control, Isabella realizes men like Lucian don't vanish. They haunt. They follow. They claim. Across cities, across oceans, he watches every move she makes-every stolen smile, every soft gasp, every secret thought. Lucian doesn't just want her heart. He wants her mind. Her body. Her soul. And when he comes back, Isabella will learn the truth: You don't run from the devil once he calls you his kitten. You kneel.

Karmen Morales, 21. She's lost her Parents, her only brother, and just found out she's going to be a single mother after having a one night stand with with someone without even knowing his name. How will she react when six years later the man comes back into her life and reveals he's the leader of the Italian mafia, Luca Vitale. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "You know for all those years I couldn't get you out of my head." He says pulling his shirt off his shoulders, leaving me speechless. "I thought about how you looked, how you sounded, how you felt." He said pushing me down so I'm laying on my back. He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He holds one of my legs up, leans down and kisses my inner thigh. "ho pensato a come hai assaggiato" he said, kissing higher and higher up my thighs. (i thought about how you tasted) He reaches my underwear and slips his fingers under the straps. He presses his thumb against my clit causing me to gasp. "You're so wet for me tesoro." He says, causing me to blush. He pulls his hand away and pulls my panties down my legs, leaving me completely exposed. He spreads my legs gently with his hands before kneeling down and placing a wet kiss right on my clit causing me to shudder. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Chapters with (☑️) equal smut. **STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND LANGUAGE READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED** (Comments that involve any kind of kink shaming will be deleted. ) Much love -the author ❤️ ----------------------------------------------------------------- 10k reads- 08/31/21 20k reads- 09/24/21 30k reads- 10/07/21 40k reads- 10/13/21 50k reads- 10/30/21 60k reads- 11/22/21 70k reads- 12/15/21 80k reads- 1/1/22 90k reads- 1/11/22 100k reads!!!!!- 1/23/22 200K READS!!!- 4/25/22 420k READS!!!- 5/20/23

✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and his biggest motive being to never let anyone on the pain he has been carrying in his heart that has been bleeding for stitches till this day. He had grown out of love with the concept of love which had him only suffer. Little did the heartless mob boss know he would find someone who knew him more than he knew himself. Ravenna Romano, a kind & loving therapist, who had made a mission to help others escape their pain and make them fall in love with the idea of love once again. Losing her baby brother, Beau, at a young age had given her the curse of a bleeding heart which after a long toll, she learned pain can be only subsided by love. She knew darkness can only be taken away by the light of hope. Hope of a new fresh start. But she did not know that she would be helping the heartless Italian realise that his heart was waiting to be healed. Little did she know that she was going to be the therapist of Rafael Rossi. But would she be able to be his remedy when she choose the sweetest words to heal his brittle heart when he choose the most poisonous actions to break it. ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ "Mr.Rossi I really need you to open up to me for our sessions to work." She said in her sweet innocent voice as he felt himself rage at her pointless efforts on healing something that doesn't exist. "How about you start by opening up to me?" He asked while his eyes traveled down her ripe body. "Mr.Rossi, I don't understand." The caring heart of the therapist spoke as she felt his greedy gaze upon her untouched shrine . "Open up your legs Ms.Romano."

.ೃ࿐𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓕𝓘𝓐 𝓑𝓞𝓢𝓢 & 𝓗𝓘𝓢 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓕𝓤𝓛 𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝.ೃ࿐ ᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ "I'm starting to think you enjoy pushing my limits, il mio bel piccolo fiore," he grits out through clenched teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure on the hand he has wrapped securely around my throat-enough to make my pulse race. I fight the urge to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from the sheer dominance of him, determined to hold my composure. Instead, I flash him a slow, taunting smile from beneath my lashes. A silent, fuck you. My lack of reaction urges him to press harder and his grip tightens. A strangled moan betrays me, slipping past my lips. My eyes widen, and his chuckle is dark, amused. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he taunts, tilting his head, reveling in my torment. "Or is it that you want to piss me off?" he whispers, gaze flicking to my parted lips. "Tell me, bloom," he growls, "do you want me to devour that sweet little pussy of yours until you finally understand who you belong to?" His voice is a dangerous promise, sliding over me like silk and steel, eliciting a quiet gasp as he traces his lips along the tender skin of my ear. His lips trail down, ghosting over the sensitive slope of my neck and my pulse flutters as a response. I inhale sharply-just as he latches onto a certain spot. And I choke, knees weakening. What the hell have I gotten myself into? ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ What happens when a ruthless, all-powerful Mafia Don becomes fixated on a stripper with more secrets than scars? She defies him. He takes what's his. But with the past rising to drag them under, one question remains: Will they survive each other, or burn beautifully together? ❥Read to find out-and don't forget to check the tags❥.

(18+) ( editing ) "I want it slow baby." he whispers, planting dozens of kisses on my neck as I ride him. "How slow?" I breathe. "Slow enough so that I can feel you entering my soul." He whispers and steals another kiss from me. ❦ The daughter of a Russian mob leader seems to catch the eye of his father's enemy. Will the Italian Don use The Russian Don's daughter as his plan to destroy his rival and fall in love with her or the father finds out himself and kills them both? - 'The Italian Don and his enemies daughter' [Mature Audience Only] HIGEST RANKINGS # 1 Romance -16/04/2021 # 1 Temptation -08/08/2021 # 1 Eyesslipfierce - 09/07/2022 # 1 Wild - 13/09/2022 # 1 Bad - 22/09/2022

BOOK 1 MATURE CONTENT 18+ Read at your own risk I slowly lifted the thin long sleeve over her head and she sat up a little in the process to help me. As if I wasn't hard enough her pierced hard brown nipples stood straight out begging to be touched. I brought my left hand up to rub and pull on one of her nipples making her release a low moan. I attached my lips to the other sucking on it and flicking my tongue at it getting a good shake out of her. My hand that wasn't busy made its way into the band of her shorts to find she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. "Traviesa." I say meeting her lips with mines again as I swiped two fingers along her soaking wet slit. "Fuck neonata, you're so wet." I say against her lips and she bit back a moan at my words that clearly affected her. I then dipped a finger into her tight hole and she attempted to clamp her legs shut only for me to push them back up so they were bent at her sides. I sent a harsh slap to her inner thigh close to her clothed pussy startling her but she moaned at the feeling. - A story in which a young naive girl gets affiliated with Mateo Ayala-Ricci with many skeletons in the closet RANKINGS ⭐️: #1 in Cartel #2 in Rich #3 in illegal #5 in Agegap #8 in submissive #7 in blackgirl #2 in mobster #9 in drug #13 in Don #25 in BWWM ©Copyright 2021. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie- on wattpad.com. Thank you.

They tell me love is a pretty lie. A cruel deception. I wouldn't know-I've never been given the chance to believe in it. A daughter of the Cosa Nostra, passed from one husband to the next like a prized possession, I have learned one thing: a woman's value is measured in obedience. But then I come back, and he's there. Enzo Mancini. Silent. Ruthless. Untouchable. Except... I have touched him. Once, before the lies. Before the fire. Before he left me with nothing but ghosts of a boy who used to stare at me like I was his only sin. Now, he looks at me like I'm his reckoning. Like he's been starving. Like he'll ruin me all over again. The worst part? I want him to. Enzo Mancini She was never supposed to know the truth of that night. The blood on my hands. The fact that I let her believe I was the monster. I told myself I could let her go. That I could watch her slip through my fingers, fall into the hands of men who never deserved her. And I did. She doesn't know what I've done for her. How many bodies I've buried. How many sins I've committed in her name. She's everything I should stay away from. Soft where I am hard. Chaos where I am order. A temptation so dangerous, it should be a death sentence. But I can't stop. I can't stop watching her, wanting her, losing sleep over the way she lingers like a curse in the nightmares she inhabits. She calls me heartless, and like everyone, I let her believe it. She doesn't know that every step she takes away from me is another step toward a man who won't live long enough to touch what's mine. I saved her from the fire long ago, the same one I caused. And now, the flames are swallowing me whole. 17+ Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

In the ink stained chaos of the Siren tattoo shop, Sloan Harlow doesn't fall in love-she conquers. But when she meets Enzo Graves, all sharp edges and buried ghosts, control turns to combustion. Their obsession runs on pain, power, and the kind of desire that leaves scars. Between dominance and surrender, betrayal and belonging, Sloan and Enzo walk the razor's edge-because loving each other might just be the most dangerous thing they've ever done. Some marks are permanent. But the real damage? It lies beneath the surface- Beneath the needle. ___________________ "Take your cock out, Graves." She commanded, voice low and hungry against his mouth. "And turn your bike back on-I wanna feel it between my thighs while I'm fucking you." Enzo's chest seized-lungs choking on the command like it was a chain yanked hard. Her words-filthy, merciless, dripping control-slammed through him harder than the kiss. His cock flexed instantly, straining against denim, and his hand on her hip tightened until the leather of her skirt creaked beneath it. Green eyes, glassy and wide, flicked up to hers like he couldn't believe what she'd just said. Like he'd dreamt it too many times to trust it was real. But then his lips split into something broken-half smirk, half plea-before the wreck in his chest tore through again. "Yes, ma'am," he rasped, voice guttural, trembling with the weight of it. ___________________ TW: some chapters include violence and blood, sexual violence, please proceed with caution. © All Rights Reserved

As he leaned in closer, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face and his tempting lips mere inches away from mine. Our eyes locked onto each other, unable to look away as the tension between us grew stronger. We both knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. His tone was low and intimate, "Ana, there were times I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. It wasn't just missing an old friend; it was missing you. I didn't realize how much you truly meant to me until you were no longer around. Life felt duller without you." His lips brushed against mine in a kiss that felt both familiar and the appeal of an uncertain future. The world around us disappeared, leaving only the heartbeat of a moment that whispered of what could be. His lips were a perfect combination of softness and a hint of rough passion. His muscular arm encircled my waist, pulling me into his lap. Our lips moved together as if they were made for each other. Dante's warmth, coupled with the musky undertones of his cologne, enveloped my senses. A surge of desire awakened a long-forgotten greed, a craving I hadn't felt in years. Every subtle collision of our chests sent a shiver through me. Beneath the fabric of my shirt, my nipples hardened under my shirt. Each brush of his lips ignited a cascade of tingles, electrifying sensations that traveled every inch of my body. Stifling a moan became a battle against the ripples of pleasure he effortlessly stirred within me. As we pulled away, I met Dante's eyes, his eyes held a depth of longing, a silent plea for more. I only could hope that the same didn't show within mine. The line between friendship and something more had blurred. Our eyes met in a shared acknowledgment. Emotions of embarrassment and guilt collided within me, an internal lecture echoing amidst the tense air. "Dante," I began, my voice a whisper, "You need to take me home." #1 in possessive 6/16/24

I'm a strong person, but every now and then I need someone to hold my hand and tell me everything will be alright. Bella grew up in a world of no affection, no love; all she knew was hate, fear, and betrayal. However, one day everything changed, maybe for the better or for the worse? Will she find love or will she remain in the past? *** Placing his hand on my thigh under the table where anyone could see, he began to climb up and whispered in my ear. "Have you done something like this before?" The higher he got up, the heavier my breath became. The smirk on his face seemed like he was finding it amusing. The others were focused on their food. He made his way to the center of my legs and I let out a gasp. " we don't want anyone to hear you now do we," he said starting to rub slowly but surely I looked down at my plate, it was still full of food, and I hadn't even started eating yet. " Bella are you OK?" Stella asked. She got the attention of everyone else, they all looked at me instead of him stopping he got even faster. " Yeah Bella are you OK" he teased with the same smug smirk. *** Ps: this is my first story hope you like it and read it Oh yeah don't forget to leave a vote ♥ AK started: Apr 06, 2021 *I don't own any of these pictures in the story*

He doesn't fall. He claims. And Violet? She was never meant to be touched. So of course, he wanted to ruin her. Violet Divit runs the fashion world with cold eyes, sharper heels, and a heart locked in grief. At 24, she's turned pain into power, loss into armor. Love? That died with her parents. Trust? Not an option. She wasn't made for fairy tales-only survival. But when her path collides with Damien Lorenzo, everything breaks. He's 29. Rich. Ruthless. Worshipped. The Mafia king doesn't beg, doesn't bend, and never fxcks the same woman more than once. Until her. Violet doesn't swoon. She snaps. She bites. And Damien? He fucking loves it. He wants to unravel her. Own her. Make her bleed for him. But in this game of obsession and control, lust turns lethal and love tastes like a trap. His world is made of shadows. And now... she's his favorite one to chase. 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: Contains dark romance, power play, explosive chemistry, and a Mafia king who doesn't understand the word "no." When obsession burns hotter than love, would she fight to escape the flames... or let them consume her?

He runs his hand down my stomach placing it over my soaking panties. I wait for him to move but he doesn't. "Tell me what you want Madelyn" he says in a dark voice trying to get a reaction out of me . "fuck you" I whisper back not knowing why I suddenly lost my voice. he smirks before grabbing a fistful of my hair with his free hand. "we need to do something about that mouth of yours darling" ______________________________________________________ Madelyn Hale . Life has fucked her over too many times and she's not afraid to fight back. Her mouth is too big for her own good and is fluent in sarcasm and insults. Unfortunately for her that means trouble. Lorenzo Armini. Leader of the Italian mafia. He is ruthless and believes in taking what he wants instead of asking for it, and right now what he wants is Madelyn.

You would hate me if you knew my truth," I whispered. The words flew out of my mouth, my heart shattering in the process. "What happened to you was not your fault. Don't blame yourself. It doesn't matter to me. All I want is you," he confessed, pressing his lips ever so gently on mine. If only he knew the whole truth. He wouldn't be saying those words to me. I will only hurt you in the end, Alessio" I murmured against his lips. I'Il take my chances," he fired back. "Alessio- He cut me off with a bruising kiss. Closing my eyes, I absorbed his kiss as my lips moved against his. Slightly pulling away, his fingers tightened on my braid. "It's me who isn't worthy of you, Ayla. I have blood on my hands. I have killed so many people that I have lost count. I'm a monster, Alya I'm not a good man. But you...you are perfect. You're an Angel What truth is she possibly talking about? Find out 💆

♡ MAFIA ROMANCE ♡ *BOOK 2 OF LOVE SERIES* He licked his lips softly. "Do you want me to kiss you, Mia amore?" I almost moaned as he called me that damn nickname again. I should say no, I should swipe his hands away and run like hell out of this room. But I don't. I can't help but like the feel of his hands and the imagine the way his hot lips would feel like pressed onto mine. "Yes.'" I gasped out. A small chuckle came from him. "So needy. But just remember, this is only a one-time thing. This will be our last kiss because we can't fall in love." Anthony Brown, son of Enzo and Rosaline Brown. Determined to finish what his father never started by starting up the Mafia once more. Except that comes with a cost. He must marry one of the most eligible and richest Bachelorette, Beverly Jackson. She is the sunshine. And he is the storm. But will her sunshine light up his darkness? Will he sacrifice the Mafia? Revenge his father's death? Or will passion and love get in the way? Read to find out. *2ND BOOK TO FORBIDDEN LOVE* WARNING!!!! • Mature Scenes • Mature Language • Sexual Refrence • Violence • And more! #2 in Billionaire (2/27/2023)

"In a game of power, passion, and revenge... who will break first?" --------------------------------------------------------- Bound to a chair, Sophia glares at Vittorio, her defiance of a spark in the oppressive darkness. He circles her like a predator, his sharp eyes drinking in her fury and vulnerability. His voice, smooth and venomous, drops to a whisper as he leans in, trapping her between his towering frame and the cold reality of her situation. "You can struggle all you want, doll," he murmurs, his hand grazing her jaw with cruel precision. "But I always break my toys." Sophia's jaw tightened as she saw his arrogant smirk. "Do it." --------------------------------------------------------- She was fire-untamed, unbroken, and dangerously close to consuming him whole. He was the storm-ruthless, relentless, and determined to make her his. Bound by revenge and torn by an attraction neither can control, Sophia and Vittorio must walk the fine line between destroying each other and falling too deep. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a weapon, only one question remains... Who will burn, and who will break? What do you think? Want it darker, softer, or even more intense?

Emily is an African who fell inlove with the leader of the italian mafia Alessandro, it was not easy for emily , she went through so much trauma in her life , and her nightmares always hunts her. Alessandro has always been know for being ruthless but with emily he is happy and kind , is this a weakness or a strength for him ? Find out What was that?!" He asked with a bit of shock in his voice. "I said OR.WHAT" I made sure to stress the 'or what'. He finally opened his eyes and glared at me, like a beast about to devour his prey. Before i knew it Alessandro held my waist and turned us , in a way that i am now under him. I gasped at this very fast movement. He growled, looking at me . Alessandro attacked my lips , claiming at as his own. He kissed me roughly like i was going to die or something and this was the last time he would kiss me. We fought for dominance but as usual this Alfar male won. Alessandro moved his hand to zip of my gown and unzipped it. He slipped the gown of me, while still kissing me, if i said i hated this roughness then i am a concrete liar. He took one of my breast into his large hands and squeezed it. "Gosh baby, your tittes are so soft " this was a first. He kept squeezing my breast while still kissing me , i raised my body and turned us so that his back was resting on the headboard of the bed and i was straddling him. I started rubbing my now dripping wet pussy covered with my panties on his bulge, he growled at this impact, gosh this sounds so sexy. Alessandro removed my breast from my bra and started flicking my nipples with his hands , he pinched and pulled them. This felt so good. "Ahh, ale" i let out a low moan. He chuckled at hearing this and i blushed. He went to my back and unhooked my bra , making it fall, he took it and sniffed it. Warning: RATED ( R ), MATURE CONTENT, VIOLENCE, STRONG LANGUAGE, etc Read at your own risk. Have been ranked. #8 in obsession #3 in possession #6 in mafia And many more ..

"Let go," I yelled, shoving him roughly. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me against the wall, face inches from mine. "Fight me all you want, Principessa, ...but you'll never escape me," he murmured, eyes dark with a twisted mix of desire and fury. My breath hitched as I felt something cold and unmistakable press against my stomach-his revolver, still snug in its holster. "I was supposed to hate you, I should stay away from you but, baby the way you have tangled me up, I want to sin harder with you." He placed a kiss just below my ear-slow, deliberate-and my knees nearly buckled, the scent of danger wrapping around me like smoke. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 🔥 In a world where love is weakness, emotions are weapons, and power is the only god... comes The D'Angelos. The heir's a Greek god dipped in danger-ruthless, untouchable, and soaked in sex appeal. The world fears him. Women worship him. But beneath the designer suits and calculated cruelty lies a man made of secrets, sin, and scars. She? She's his opposite. A storm wrapped in sunshine. Carefree. Beautifully reckless. The last person he should ever want. But fate doesn't play by the rules. And neither does he. 🥀💋 When obsession meets kindness, when power tastes love for the first time... He'll burn the world to keep her. Even if it destroys them both.